by Karin Gillespie


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ISBN-13: 9781941962855
Publisher: Henery Press
Publication date: 09/08/2015
Pages: 264
Product dimensions: 5.50(w) x 8.50(h) x 0.55(d)

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The unspooling of my Tiffany and Wild Turkey lifestyle began with a trip to the Luckett County Jail. It was mid-July in Rose Hill, Georgia, and I was trapped in the backseat of a police car. The air inside was close and thick like sawmill gravy. Up front the radio crackled and hissed with static as the dispatcher announced the city's Thursday night dark doings: a mugging, a domestic disturbance, and a pit bull fight.

"Don't you people have an armed robbery or a murder to go to?"

No response from behind the mesh barrier. Might as well have been a mute mosquito.

The law enforcement center loomed over the hill, a tombstone-colored tower leaking a sickly, yellow light. First time I laid eyes on the place I scared myself silly, imagining strip searches, filthy cells, and sadistic wardens. This time the sight barely made me flinch.

Here we go again, I thought.

We arrived, and the cops hustled me out of the car and into a processing room. It contained a haphazard collection of utilitarian desks and smelled like dirty feet. A stout policewoman lumbered toward me. She had a gray front tooth and a sprig of hair creeping out of her nostril. I wasn't her typical customer, and she was sizing me up.

I tried to see myself through her eyes: A twenty-one-year-old blonde, blinking and stumbling in the harsh fluorescent lights, wearing a strapless pink party dress, gold gladiator sandals, and diamond drop earrings.

Maybe she was imagining what kind of car I drove — a cherry-red Porsche Boxster convertible — or who my people were. Likely she'd heard of my family's company and probably had a few cans of Cornelia's Southern-Style lima beans or black-eyed peas collecting dust in her pantry. Most everyone in America did.

I was photographed and fingerprinted. The cop confiscated my python clutch and peered at the contents, a lipstick in a plum shade called Promiscuous and a Platinum Visa in the name of Toni Lee Wells. If only I could give her that card and make my latest blunder go away.

She glanced up from my clutch and gave me a look that could freeze vodka. It seemed to say, "I don't care who you are, princess. Now you belong to me."

The cop gestured for me to follow her. We were headed in the opposite direction of the holding cells. For a brief panicky moment I wondered if she was taking me to some secret dark room where repeat offenders were taught a lesson with a rubber hose. Instead I was led to a dank narrow hallway with a stone bench. "Sit," she said. "Someone's on the way to pick you up."

I was relieved, naturally, but also curious. Who was coming? It's not like I'd called anyone. After a few minutes my father approached, wearing a pair of wrinkled camouflage pants and a John Deere cap.

Daddy hugged me with his meaty arms, wrapping me in his scent, oak chips mixed with perspiration. The embrace went on for more than a minute. It was as if I'd been released from a ten-year stay in a Turkish prison instead of a brief jaunt to jail.

"Let's get out of here," he said.

Outside bloated clouds scudded overhead; the sky seemed close enough to touch. A jacked-up, emerald-green Cadillac roared past us, its frame shimmying with the bass from a rap song. I climbed into the refuge of my daddy's Land Rover. His yellow Lab, Beau, pounced on my lap and bathed my cheeks with warm, liver-snap scented saliva.

"How'd you know I was here?"

My daddy's freckled scalp shone through his thinning red hair. "Sibbie Stevens saw you being put into the back of a police car outside Bistro 91. Public intoxication, Toni Lee? What did you do?"

"Nothing. Just fell asleep. That's not a crime."

Not unless you were operating heavy equipment, which I wasn't. Just my iPhone a few minutes before I passed out.

"Fell asleep where?"

"In the bar. It was just a little catnap. Don't know why they felt they had to call the law."

That wasn't the whole story, but no need to share all the damning details. Before I hit the ground, I'd been singing along to a Katy Perry song on my phone, maybe a little too loudly and probably off-key. The usual bartender, Rita, was out sick and a snippy substitute was working in her place. The sub asked me to cut out the singing, and I tried to loosen her up by asking her to dance with me. Somehow I ended up knocking over a couple of highball glasses on the bar. Then I got dizzy and the next thing I remember was a cop pulling me up from the floor.

It'd have never happened if Rita had been on duty. Whenever I got a little wobbly in my shoes, she always took good care of me. In exchange I made sure she went home with a nice fat tip tucked into her pocketbook.

No more shots of Cuervo Gold, I thought. I'd only started drinking heavily a few months ago and was still learning the ins and outs of alcohol. Tequila was in a class by itself. No wonder they called it to-kill-ya.

On the way home, my father's silence was so loud he might as well have been yelling at me. I was grateful when his Land Rover sailed through the security checkpoint at the entrance of Country Club Hills. The car came to a stop in front of my condo, and he gripped the steering wheel so hard his knuckles were white.

I broke the silence between us. "I don't know what got into me tonight, but it was a one-time thing. It'll never happen again."

By then I felt completely sober. A trip to jail was a guaranteed buzzkill.

Daddy gave me a hard look. "One-time thing, huh?"

I nodded vigorously.

"That's odd because according to one of the officers you're practically a regular at the jail. Few more trips and they'll be naming a cell after you."

"Two trips hardly makes me a —"

"It's not just that," he continued. "You've been out of control for months. I'm still getting calls about that terrible thing you did to Baby Bowen at Lois Atkins' funeral."

I'd never live that stunt down. Ten years from now people would probably still be talking about what I'd done to Baby Bowen at that funeral.

"Maybe you ought to give that Dr. Lyons another try."

I wrinkled my nose. Dr. Lyons had white carpet in his office and made me take off my shoes before I was given permission to enter. During our visit, he kept squirting Purell into his hands. He seemed crazier than I could ever aspire to be.

Daddy was scratching Beau's ears, waiting for me to speak.

"Forget Dr. Lyons."

He let out a heavy exhale of air.

"I understand why you're acting out like this. Anyone in your situation probably would, and I'm the first to sympathize. But here's the thing —"

"I'm tired. Can we talk about this another time?"

"Toni Lee."

"It's really late. You should get back to bed." I patted his arm. That's when I noticed a faded yellow bruise on his bicep.

"What did you do to yourself this time?" My father was the most accident-prone man I'd ever met. He was forever running into doors or tripping on loose stones. If there was a banana peel within a ten-mile radius he'd find it and slip on it.

"Don't try to change the subject."

I kissed his cheek. "Goodnight, Daddy."

"This is serious."

I mussed his wispy hair and flounced out of the car.

"Toni Lee!"

I ignored him and sprinted to my condo, a replica of a three-story Italianate villa divided into six residences.

Inside it was bright and noisy. As usual I'd left on every light, and the television blared with a commercial advertising a Chevy Truck Blow-Out sale. I hurried to the kitchen and popped open a bottle of Zin Your Face, a California Zinfandel. I chose wines with funny names; it made alcohol seem tame and friendly, like Hi-C with a kick. One glass, I thought. I surveyed the contents of my cupboards and chose a brandy snifter the size of a baby's head.

I filled the glass to the brim and moved to the living room, plunked down in front of the large-screen TV, and shoved Texas Chainsaw Massacre into the Blu-ray player. I was addicted to horror movies, the gorier the better. They helped put problems into their proper perspective. Yes, my life might have recently taken an unlucky turn, but at least I wasn't being chased by a chainsaw-wielding maniac. In fact, if I was a shrink and one of my patients was having a meltdown, my advice would be to watch Evil Dead 2 and call me in the morning.

The next day I cracked open one eye. The sharp pain behind my temple told me it was going to be another Goody's Powder morning. I'd fallen asleep on the couch; the clock on my Blu-ray player said it was almost twelve. I'd have liked to stay asleep for a couple more hours but someone was banging on my back door.

"Toni Lee! Are you in there?"

I carefully got up from the couch so as to not disturb the delicate condition of my head. It felt like it was full of broken glass.

The back door was cracked, and a hand was fumbling with the chain. The door swung open, and my best friend Joelle burst inside. Her eyes narrowed into sharp green shards. I was in trouble. How did I mess up this time?

"How much did you drink last night?" she said.

The stripes of her dress looked like they were moving. She had a penchant for animal prints, and today she was passing herself off as a zebra.

"Who says I was drinking?" I peeked into my ceramic coffee jar and found only a pile of crumbs.

"You smell like you took a swan dive into a wine vat ... And you forgot to pick me up from the oral surgeon this morning."

She glared at me. Joelle was just under five feet tall with long, frizzy hair the bright red color of Cheerwine.

"Was that today?"

"There I sat waiting. Lips blown up to the size of a raft. In so much pain I felt like cutting off my head. The nurse kept asking, 'Are you sure someone's coming to get you?' 'Oh yes,' I said. 'Toni Lee might not be the most reliable girl but she would never let me down in my moment of greatest need.'"

I had a good excuse for forgetting Joelle's appointment but decided not to tell her about last night's debauchery. Used to be I'd share everything with her. Lately I'd been doing a lot of editing.

I tried to hang my head but it made me dizzy. "I'm so sorry. Don't know how it slipped my mind but I'll make it up to you."

"How so?" Joelle leaned against a granite island littered with a flotilla of empty Chinese food cartons.

"I could give you my new Prada clutch." I smiled weakly. There were more clutches where that one came from. If I wanted, I could buy a new clutch each month.

"You're blatantly exploiting my pathological weakness for pricey pocketbooks."


She plucked at the strap of her own bag, a small and battered Coach from an outlet mall near Commerce, Georgia.

"Much as I love Prada, I'd rather you keep your promises instead of trying to buy me off."

"I'll work on it."

I was glad she seemed to be in a forgiving mood. To placate her further I suggested lunch at the Rose Hill Country Club. My treat, of course, since Joelle wasn't a member.

We arrived at the country club ladies' grill, a viciously sunny room with picture windows overlooking the deep greens of the golf course. The grill was nearly deserted except for a table of elderly women, and a young couple with a toddler in a sailor suit.

Joelle wagged her fingers at the child and said, "Ahoy matey." She came from a big family — six brothers — and had the motherly instincts of a grizzly bear.

My instincts, on the other hand, were more like a cuckoo bird's. The females trick other species of birds into raising their babies by laying eggs in their nests. Then they fly off, single and unencumbered.

Once seated, the waitress arrived at our table, and I ordered a patty melt and a bloody Mary.

Joelle raised a fiery eyebrow. "Tossing gasoline on the bonfire, are we?"

I smiled, even though facial movement was painful. "I'm in training for spring break."

"That's a long time from now."

"No harm in getting started early."

Joelle's eyes widened, distracted by something behind me.

"What is it?"

"Oh Jesus. You won't believe who just came in."


"Baby Bowen."

I sunk down low in my seat. I hadn't run into Baby since the infamous incident at Lois Atkins' funeral.

"Is she armed?"

"Doesn't need to be. She could take you down with one hand tied behind her back."

True enough. Despite her nickname, Baby was over six feet tall and likely wore an F-cup bra. She was huge but had no extraneous adipose tissue. The girl was pure muscle.

"She's headed over here," Joelle said.

"Has she spotted me?" I was tempted to duck under the white linen tablecloth and hide myself.

"I think so. Her face is turning red and there's a violent gleam in her eye."

The air molecules seemed to quiver as Baby headed in our direction. I hoped she was going to stalk past us without speaking, but no such luck. She reached our table and trained a pair of bulging blue eyes on me.


"Listen, Baby, I'm really sorry. I —"

She pointed a cigar-sized finger at me. "You!" she said again.

"Did you get my note of apology? And of course, I'll be happy to pay —"

Baby loomed over me, her face wide as a planet. I shrank away, fearing she'd grab me by the roots of my hair and toss me across the room. Certainly she was entitled. "Everyone's sorry about what happened to you, but maybe it's time you got yourself some professional help." She straightened her spine, pivoted on her schooner-sized shoes and left the grill.

"That was a close one," I said.

I expected Joelle to be quivering with laughter. Instead she was solemnly shaking her head.


"If you don't know, I feel sorry for you."

"You don't even like Baby."

Joelle and Baby had been in the same class at Rose Hill Prep, three grades above me. Joelle was a scholarship student, and Baby never let her forget it.

The sun had lit the strands of Joelle's red hair; it looked as if sparks might fly from her scalp at any moment. "One day you'll go too far. One day something really bad is going to happen to you."

I met her gaze and, in a very soft voice, I said, "Hate to tell you, but the worst has already happened. From here on out everything else is anti-climactic."

An uncomfortable moment of silence followed, and I was grateful when Henrietta — Henry for short — appeared at our table. She was the club's dining room manager. "Ms. Wells, could I have a moment of your time?"

"Sure thing. What can I do you for?"

Henry glanced at Joelle. "Maybe it would be best if we went into the hallway and had a private talk."

"You can talk in front of Joelle. She's like family."

It took Henry a moment to speak. She kept glancing down at her white work clogs and touching a bun pulled so tight I imagined it smarted. She said, "I'm sorry. You no longer have club privileges here."

"I don't understand."

"It's your father," Henry said in a low voice.

"Is he behind on dues?"

Daddy spent wads of money on gambling and sometimes came up short at the end of the month. Usually all he had to do was call my aunt and she'd cover any outstanding debts.

"It's not the dues." Henry blinked rapidly, clearly uneasy with her task. "Earlier this morning your father called to cut off your membership."

"You're joking."

"I'm afraid not."

"I don't get it. Why would he ...?"

I thought about last night and how uptight Daddy had been, but to cancel my club membership ... That wasn't like him. He'd never been a strict parent and had always acted more like a buddy than a dad. Then again, until several months ago, I'd been the ideal child.

Was he trying to get my attention? Fine. So long as he didn't involve Aunt Cornelia. That'd be a mistake of mythical proportions.

Henry fidgeted with the collar of her starched white uniform, waiting. I'd always liked her and regretted she had to get mixed up in my family's dramas.

"I'm sorry, Henry. I have no idea why my father would do such a thing but I'll leave right now."

She nodded and returned to the kitchen.

"What was that all about?" Joelle said.

I rifled through my bag for some more Goody's Powder. In the last few seconds my headache had gone from irritating to kill-me-now.

"It's just a misunderstanding. After I drop you at your car, I'll go over to Tranquility Hall and find out what's going on."


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GIRL MEETS CLASS 4.1 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 8 reviews.
GratefulGrandma 4 months ago
I wanted to listen to a light, humorous, romantic story after some of the heavier ones I had listened to. Girl Meets Class was a cute story about a pampered young woman, whose rich Aunt Cordelia decides that she needs a wake up call. She is told she needs to get and hold a job for one year, pay her own way and follow her aunt's stringent rules about public drunkenness etc. or she will be disinherited. Sounds simple enough but this is one spoiled young lady. After a serious injury takes her off the pro tennis circuit, she wallows in self pity making a spectacle of herself. With nothing but a general degree, where will she find a job that will pay her enough to live? Toni-Lee Wells ends up teaching a Special Education class in a very poor school, where caring for the kids is probably more important than what you teach them. This was a wonderful story. There was some humour, although not as much as I had anticipated. I enjoyed listening to the story as this young lady learned about how others lived, what it was like to be poor, what is important in life and falling in love with the wrong man, who turns out to be the right one. With a corrupt principal, nasty secretary and backstabbing staff, will Toni-Lee survive the year she needs to put in? Will Toni-Lee sell her integrity for five million dollars or wake up and realize what is really important? This is one story about a poor little rich girl getting a whole lot of lessons on life from the other side and the other side getting a whole new Toni-Lee as a result. This is one entertaining and engaging page turner.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I didn't completely enjoy this book. I purchased it because the description stated this story was clean, which (sadly) it does have sex in it. I feel the author doesn't have confidence in their writing ability and uses sex to help sell their book. Such a shame! She really should try writing a clean story, because I think it would be much better than this book. If you can over look the sex, the story isn't bad and the ending is very good. esk 11/2016
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Good story
JerseyGirlBookReviews More than 1 year ago
If you are looking for a Southern Chick Lit / Women's Fiction story that has a mixture of sass and poignancy, then look no further, Girl Meets Class is the book for you. Toni Lee Wells is a twenty-one year old Georgia peach from a well-to-do family. Toni Lee was an aspiring tennis professional, whose career was prematurely cut short when she suffered a permanent injury to her wrist. Tennis was her passion and the loss of her career sent her life spiraling out of control with outrageous spending sprees, heavy drinking, and numerous run-ins with the law for public intoxication. After six months of her endless aimlessness and being out of control, Toni Lee's father and Aunt Cornelia have had enough and decide it is time to implement harsh measures, and teach Toni Lee a life lesson from the school of hard knocks. They take away her very generous monthly allowance, her rent free luxurious condo, and credit cards. Aunt Cornelia gives Toni an ultimatum: get a respectable job, keep the job for one year, stay out of trouble, and she will receive an early inheritance in the amount of five million dollars. With a tennis career gone and a college degree in general studies, Toni Lee attends a career fair and applies for The Teaching Corps, an accelerated teacher training program with a goal to secure a teaching job in the local school system while completing the program. She accepts a special education teaching position at Harriet Hall High School, an inner city high school. So what's a spoiled Southern belle to do when she suddenly finds herself on an unexpected adventure with a difficult challenge that could make or break the lifestyle as she has known it? Author Karin Gillespie weaves a wonderful lighthearted tale set in Rose Hill, Georgia that follows Toni Lee Wells' journey of self-discovery. Told in the first person narrative by Toni Lee, the reader follows the sassy young lady's adventure into a side of life that she wasn't born and raised in, it's a journey that will open her eyes to what is really important, and teach her a lesson that will ultimately change her life. I really enjoyed the intertwining of humor and poignancy in the storyline, you can't help but get caught up in Toni Lee's journey as this spoiled young lady learns about the world outside the privileged community that she has grown up in. I really was not a fan of Toni Lee in the beginning of the story, but I did grow to like her as she made a transformation when she encountered the challenges and issues at the inner-city school. I really enjoyed how the author utilized her previous experience as a high school special education teacher to weave a story that is realistic and touches upon the challenges of the inner-city school system and social issues, yet also shows how passionate special education teachers really are. Girl Meets Class is an entertaining feel-good story that will leave a smile on your face. Disclaimer: I received a copy of the book from the author / publisher in exchange for my honest review.
Dollycas More than 1 year ago
Dollycas’s Thoughts This is my first Karen Gillespie read but it sure won’t me my last! If was good to stray from the mystery genre for this fantastic story! Toni Lee Wells is what I would call an adult spoiled brat at the beginning of this story. Her pro tennis career is over due to an injury and her family is rich so she has no worries. Life is easy and free and fun until she gets arrested one to many times for her father and especially her Aunt Cornelia who controls the purse strings. She cuts Toni Lee off without a cent and gives her an ultimatum – get a job, keep it for a year, follow all my other rules and I will give you 5 million dollars. Fail and you are your own. Toni Lee does have a college degree but no job experience so she hooks up with a Teacher Corps program. She is excited thinking teaching is such an easy job until she arrives for her first day at a school that is underfunded and full of underprivileged kids. The kids are more street smart than book smart and her first days are not easy. But she meets Carl, a teacher with plenty of experience and pretty easy on the eyes. Her life is not smooth sailing though. Being new Toni Lee finds herself in the middle of some shady dealings at the school and not everyone is thrilled as her relationship with Carl escalates. Then there is Aunt Cornelia’s rules hanging over her head. I have to say I didn’t really like Toni Lee at the start of the story. She really had no concerns, she could do almost anything and her family would bail her out. She was helping a friend pay some bills but I thought she was pretty self centered. I applauded her aunt cutting off but leaving the 5 million dangling didn’t sit well with me. Then the teacher twist happened and Toni started to evolve and I began to like her and wanted to see her succeed. The part of the story that really grabbed me though was the school and the corruption. In Wisconsin, right now we have a Governor that is a war with teachers and public education. School budgets are cut to the bone and nationwide there is a shortage of teachers. Wisconsin has taken things beyond the Teacher Corps in the story by deregulating teacher licensing standards. So if you think things that happened in this school are far fetched I can tell you they are not. In fact they are worse. Gillespie also features an interracial couple in Girl Meets Class. This adds a whole under layer to the story. The words of a few characters made my skin crawl but this is still a hot topic in America which is just infuriating. This is a very fast read with some heavy themes but Gillespie has a way of writing that keeps the importance of the topics but they have a lighter feel while enlightening the reader. She adds Southern charm and humor in exactly the right amounts and places. I love that most of the characters grown throughout the whole story. A very smart novel. I highly recommend.
Judy-Ree More than 1 year ago
I have become quite a fan of Henery Press, having discovered some really awesome authors through them. So when I got the chance to try another author, I didn't even think twice, but signed right up. I really should have taken a minute to have read the fine print. I was looking forward to another fantastic cozy mystery, and what I got was Southern Chick Lit. Not that there's anything wrong with that mind, it just took a bit for me to figure out that no dead body was going to show up anytime soon. (Yeah, I am apparently slow like that. *facepalm*) Now, I am going to be very blunt and tell you that in the beginning, I didn't like Toni Lee. As a matter of fact, there came a point in the book where I put it down and stepped away from it; it just wasn't doing it for me... (Yes, that was also shortly after I realized that at about halfway through, no one was going to end up dead and that this was not the genre I had been anticipating.) However... See, I thought about it, and decided to go back in and give the book a little bit longer, without my brain being stuck in "cozy" mode. And the next thing I knew, I was hooked into the story. It started to pull at me and I became committed to finding out just what was going on at the school... Just like Toni Lee herself finally did. I can't say that I ended up bonding with her character. After all, she was a real piece of work there for awhile. But I can say that by the end, I feel she was both redeemable and redeemed. I could concede that there were some valid reasons to how she ended up the way she did. Here was a character who had true growth during the course of the story and I could be happy for her happy ending. Needless to say, I was torn about a rating until I realized that the author took a character that I actively didn't like and turned her into someone I was cheering for at the end. For me, that is the mark of a great author and a good read. I would read this author again. I gave this 3 'I Liked It' stars. I Thanks to Great Escapes, Netgalley and Henery Press for the opportunity to read and review the book.
bookwomen37 More than 1 year ago
I enjoyed this Southern Romance. The characters are very likable and the couple is worth rooting for. There are some scenes that are laugh out loud funny. On the other hand some of the scenes are rather unlikely. Read this for a quick enjoyable lighthearted Romance.
Deb-Krenzer More than 1 year ago
4.5 stars! I loved the beginning of this book! "Where's that traveling violin man when you need him?" HA! Then, it started getting into the bulk of the story and started getting onto a more serious note which was still very good for me. The writing was good, the characters were well developed, sex was implied, and violence was hinted at or basically described. I would love the opportunity to inherit $5 million dollars if I could hold down a job for a year, but I would not want to teach in an inner city school. Anyways, this is a lighthearted take on that proposal. It does touch on some of the issues that an inner city school would have but it's only basic and handled in a pc manner. Thanks Henery Press and Net Galley for allowing me to read and review this delightfully entertaining and enjoyable e-galley. I highly recommend it!